Monday, 9 January 2012

Friday, 6 January 2012

We went to the bush for New Years. We drove five and a half hours North of Melbourne to a festival at a place called Nariel Creek where we camped for the best part of a week, ate jaffles, and French toast and Mi Goreng, swum in the creek, and tried to do barn dances. I also witnessed the most magnificent stars I have ever seen.

It very probably counts as being both the best camping trip I've been on, as well as the best festival I've been to. Yeah, I'd jump at the chance to go again.